10 weeks; 40 weeks
Posted: August 31st, 2009 | Author: Lisa | Filed under: Uncategorized | 1 Comment »In the beginning:
Near the end:
In the beginning:
Near the end:
Dear (Daniel) Ziggy,
Does this mean you’re coming?
Mama
Dear Ziggy,
Daddy makes a killer BBQ.
We had to buy new grilling gear when the gas grill broke. Now we are charcoal people! Your dad will teach you all about that one day, among other things!
Yes, you are still inside me. You are due in 5 days. I wonder if you know that? Distracting ourselves with new BBQ equipment is just one of the things we’ve been doing in order to try and stay sane while we wait for you.
I really really want to meet you and hold you and snuggle you and love you. There’s so much I want to show you when you get here.
I want you to know a few basic things right off the bat:
1. I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you no matter what.
2. I believe in you and will always push you to stand up for what you believe in.
3. You are special and you are valuable and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
4. There will only ever be one you, so embrace every single bit of who you are.
Still waiting, as patiently as I can.
Love times infinity,
Mama
Dear Ziggy,
It’s been over a month since I received this balloon at your baby shower and look, it’s still floating!
This photo is from a number of days ago. When I woke up today, the bear was only 2 or so inches from the ground. It’s silly but they say when the balloon touches the floor I’ll go into labor.
If it’s true, I’m ready! My bag is packed and it’s in the car.
Mommy
Dear Ziggy,
Watch this little movie of you playing around with the air conditioner remote.
What can I say? You’re an animal. The doctor told me you are weighing in at about 7.5 pounds at the moment. Of course, there is a 15% margin of error in that calculation so it doesn’t mean too much. He told me you are within the normal range, but, well, your head seems to be quite large. You sound just like your daddy so I really have no reason to be surprised.
I want you to come out soon but at the same time I’m scared. It is getting to the point where I’m not able to do very much because I’m so big and I’m so tired. I know this is my body telling me it’s just about time to deliver. I told the doctor that I wanted to have the baby… NOW! He said I shouldn’t get too anxious and that first babies are usually late. Oh, darn. Please prove him wrong?
I mean, it must be pretty boring in there with nothing to look at and no one to hang out with. Just think about it, okay?
xoxo
Mama
Dear Ziggy,
Here we are this week with just 4 more weeks to go. I saw the doctor and she wants me to have a sonogram to find out how much you weigh.
The fact that you are going to have to somehow come out of my body soon is becoming more and more apparent to me. I know it’s going to be one of the most painfully beautiful things I ever do.
Your daddy and I have been working on some playlists for you. One is strictly songs that are soothing and we call this playlist lullabies. The other is titled “Music Appreciation”.
One of the songs on this second playlist that constantly strikes a chord with me is this Tom Petty song. It always makes me feel like my life is just beginning. And it is.
It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin’ through the airport
She’s an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go
It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning, and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin’ up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I’m losing my mind
It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
I’m so glad it’s time to move on. And I get to do it with you.
Love,
Mama
Dear Ziggy,
I can’t wait to kiss your teeny tiny little feet.
Mama